Poem

turnips for the books

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turnips for the books ( skoob eht rof spinrut )

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pickled cabbage day

splatter saturday

sun is pissing grey

apple afternoons

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bob beneath the shroud

cauliflower cloud

squiggles ink aloud

mizzle shrivels prunes

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swans upon the once

hymns within the bonce

dance as sonnets ponce

ants in pantaloons

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fragments of a gist

not a shopping list

carrots in the mist

brambles & bassoons

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tangles in the sludge

spud a sunken trudge

nutter fingers fudge

sinking sanded dunes

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wurzels, worms ‘n’ hooks

comas, crows ‘n’ rooks

turnips for the books

suitors, soup ‘n’ spoons

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all the swirled’s a stage

gurn another page

rage against the beige

scree the scrawl of loons

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smeg the smog of dearth

kicking clods of turf

dream of peas on earth

egging mutant moons

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever

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yet more racist things they should cancel forever ( reverof lecnac dluohs yeht sgniht tsicar erom tey )

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drystone walling

sunday teatime

non-gender-neutral bagpipes

matchboxes, magpies

barnard’s star

cardigans, ptarmigans

starfish, carnations

clay pigeon shooting

mister kipling’s cherry bakewells

tuesday afternoons

the severn bore, semaphore

lychees, lichtenstein

non-non-binary binary code

toblerones, moonbeams

mid-morning pancake day

& most pot noodles

( brrr )

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n o v e m b e r

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n o v e m b e r ( r e b m e v o n )

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now that wraiths have faded

      fluttered by like butterflies

owls beyond the crows

      bogs become the leas

voles in every pigeonhole

      scribbles scratching naps

easter is a snoring dormouse

      piss another pantomime

michaelmas is mizzle-mist

      goats & stoats in duffel coats

babylondon burns again

      badgers dance a reelsome eight

embers of a distant hymn

      sing within this hinterland

rubble underfoot

      feathers in my pockets

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crunching

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crunching ( gnihcnurc )

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crunching in a wood

scrunching on this crackered land’s

kitchen sinking sand

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trudging with aplomb

like the fading autumn sprite

as the footpath twigs

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so the thicket thins

saturn spins – a goblin sings

this is easter’s ghost

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& the carpet glows

marbles, me & barking trees

branches leaf a trace

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numbered blow the bones

wafer thin biscuits fading

embers of a then

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sound is bouncing round

sun above but yonder ground

eggshells & cornflakes

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the keys

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the keys ( syek eht )

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tingles in the land of tangles

jingles in a pocket’s jangle

cracking on between the scrambles

plodding on the road

dithers, dawdles, scrawls & gasping

blithers as the brass is rasping

rivers running, fingers clasping

digits in a code

dazes changing, hazes bunching

noses glowing, pinches punching

hymns & spinning, numbers crunching

songs upon a breeze

pushing buttons, switching pitches

summer’s wizards, winter’s witches

motion, oceans, hills & ditches

shifting with the keys

shuffles of a muffed morning

as the sunken sun is yawning

when the staggered stead is fawning

then it’s enter in

floating in the ghost of gloaming

fading, waving, flapping, foaming

beetles heaving, dung’s the roaming

home & let’s begin

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bee facts

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bee facts ( stcaf eeb )

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bees live in bonnets

& where the bears feast

      nectar is their bread & butter

      honey is their vomit

bees speak in buzz words

& sing with their wings

      evil bees are wasps

      or swarming hordes of hornets

bees are neither vegetables

the antichrist or minerals

      bees flew in from venus

      in eighty eight bee cee

bees fuck birds in spring

& make human babies

      for storks to deliver

      ( as per school )

see, the bees bee here

& yet, the bees bee there

      bees like disguises

      appearances can bee deceiving

bees can bee a line

a letter or an insect

      bees sleep tight at night

      & then let there bee light

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daisy chainy gaps

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daisy chainy gaps ( spag yniahc ysiad )

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nausea crawls a toad
slowly smoky ghost
drums upon the hoof
maybe rainy taps

antlers in the fog
eighty parsnips parp
woten hangs again
phasy brainy flaps

phosphorus the frog
flighty nightie night
knickers in the mist
lacy lady baps

sirens spinning hymns
holy oaky hood
laughter in the wood
hazy gravy naps

as minerva purrs
birdy wordy swirls
spiral like an eye
daisy chainy gaps

flower shower shine
hairy fairie ring
oscillate away
– crazy wavy caps
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fission vision

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fission vision ( noisiv noissif )

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the ants within my pants

only prance & dance at funerals

      masks are the mark

      of the muzzled in the dark

cheese is a god

& chocolate is a goddess

      odd socks rule

      school is guff ‘n’ gruel

sixty six sugars

in my tea or cappuccino

      i’ve yet to reinvent

      the hamster wheel or trouser press

hope is leverets larking

on a feathered daze in april

      & my last home planet

      had two thousand moons – too

( we’ve got so much in common )

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